Re: Boat dreams: Athelstan/Ragnar
"You named a puppy after me?" He asked, eyebrow raising, lips already starting to split wide into a grin. Was he surprised? Not at all, but a little part of him ached that Ragnar had asked for a canine companion as something that would never leave him.
"I'm-- I'm happy for you, Ragnar. I have always wanted to see you happy, to know that you are--" to know that he realized his dreams.
He shook his head a little at the frown and his face dug a little deeper into the curve of his throat. He could not stay there though, not with Ragnar's hands cupping his face, his eyes darting away before they settled back on the bluest eyes he had ever seen. "I -- I have so much to tell you. So much you do not know," he whispered, hands finally settling on his waist. They slid around until he was clinging to their embrace.
"Soon, Ragnar, soon. Tell me -- tell me where I can find you. Please, my friend."